Bruce Wayne sat in his latest young ward's room, the lights off. Ace lay beside his chair, head between his paws.

They were waiting for said errant young ward to arrive, from his unauthorized outing.

After things had been squared away with Terry, and making the arrangements with the boy, Bruce had arranged for a vehicle to pick up the young man upon his arrival in Gotham from the Nexus.

Close to the accepted time of arrival, he stood outside his home, leaning upon his cane, with Ace standing beside him.

Bruce Wayne sighed, as he walked about the Nexus slowly, his dog Ace at his side.

"I've made a career out of detective work, and I can't find one kid in this entire place..." he said, aloud. Ace seemed to react, by hanging his head.

He sighed, and sat down on a nearby bench. "What do you think, Ace? You believe he wants anything to with us, anymore?"